A Tale of Two Mothers: The Essence of a Mothers Love
As I sit on the side of my bed in a posture of great reflection, I've come to grips with the fact Mother’s day will never ever really be the same. I say that not from a place of despair or agony but from the realization that change is ever flowing. It’s life at its core. I gathered myself and pulled back the curtains to let some light into the dark room. The sun fought to reveal itself through the clouds of gray. Funny. Even nature understood. A Mother’s love is unique. It’s calming yet fierce. It’s selfless, abundant and at times painful. It’s life-giving. I argue that it’s God’s love embodied in human form.
"To my mother who’s gone on to be with the lord"
I never thought in a million years I’d to write about you in the past tense. Though it’s been nearly three years since you’ve departed, there are days I stop and think of your untimely absence when your memory crosses the cortex of mind. “I can’t believe she’s gone,” I quietly whisper to myself from time to time in an attempt to make sense of things. The pain has subsided some but I don’t think it’ll ever really all go away. I do however find peace when I remove my selfishness. You’re no longer in pain and you can finally be with your Jesus. They say our loved ones can see us from afar, some days I do things in an attempt to make you smile. Loving you wasn’t always easy and I won’t romanticize your departure but nobody’s perfect anyway so I won’t hold those things against you. I will, however, cling to those days you told me you loved me and the few times I said I made you proud. That’s what makes memories one of the most powerful cognitions. Rest in love and eternal peace of mind. You’ve run your race and I’ll continue mine with the lessons you taught me about life.
“To my God Mother”
You came to know me when I was in a place of deep transition. Lost, confused and ultimately afraid of what life would bring me next even though I tried my best not to show it. The essence of God is found through a Mothers love in which I thought I lost forever when I walked away from that small country church on that chilly rainy day in September. You were always there but little did I know my mother would pass the torch to you. A motherless child was the badge I planned to secretly wear my entire life. To be young and to hear others speak of going to visit their moms when mines was now a resident of a place who’s visiting hours are yet to be posted. You came and swooped me up with a quiet hug. I barely knew you then but our hearts were already connected. As time continued you still remain a towering figure of love in my life.
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May we all take time to honor our Mothers today and every day. Let her know how you feel today. Send love, extend forgiveness and live exuberantly in the moment. Please don’t leave anything left unsaid. I extend a special acknowledgment to those whose Mothers have departed this life. Keep your head up, the sun will shine again. I honor soon to be Mother's and Mother figures alike. A Mother’s love is unique. It’s calming yet fierce. It’s selfless, abundant and at times painful. It’s life-giving.